Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks.

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

No man is inherently respectable, but all women are by nature.

And if the reader has no taste for what he reads, all the time is wasted

Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.

Creative work carries with it a form of intense love.

An educated man is one who has the loves and hatreds together.